P.S.
If there's anything urgent, please call (house/ mobile I can still receive calls), because I can't read any texts at all. Sorry if you haven't gotten a reply from me because my phone is not functioning anymore (!!!). I'm still trying to get a new replacement phone now because fixing the previous one would cost a bomb. :( :( :(
But in any case, I'll be off to Aussie on Mon so yep, save the overseas charge anyway. Email me @ superme0808@yahoo.com.sg / leave me a message on Facebook if there's anything up. ;)
We'll no longer be going to HK/ China/ Vietnam which is kinda sad because I was hoping to go to H&M/ Esprit + gobble up all the dim sum/ xiao long baos!!! :( Anw, haven't been to Aussie in ages, since i was 9 i think. I love Aussie, hope everything turns out fine. ;)
And thankkk you so much Esme for everything. Can't say enough. (L)
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You know, I owe you for everything I have today. I'm very grateful without a doubt. But I'm afraid if I ask you why would you want to give me all these, your answer would be that you didn't have a choice.
Who wants to be a bad kid when they can be a good one? Likewise, who wants to be a fool if our intellectual is up to us? Honestly. But I see no meaning in doing good if that's how you see me, that's how you judge me. I know I can't be such a fool to let your perception of me be the vital factor in what kind of person I want/choose to be. But you certainly bring out the worst in me at times.
Definitely flawed and fragmented. That's me, my character, my personality. And of course, I'm far, miles apart from being the best child one would ever desire to have. But I wonder if you were ever truly proud of me, just for awhile? Or if you were ever glad that I am your daughter? Or is it because you simply didn't have a choice? It was all god's doing and it was just an unlucky part of yours.
I pity you.
Even though I can't comprehend your actions. At all. It frightened me when I was young, but now that I can see better, I think it means how much I meant to you. The well of tears that was meant for you is now dry and bare. But I know deep down, I will always wish you would be proud of me one day. For now, I just hope to be happy. If ignorance is bliss, please let me be blinded to all of these.
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